some guys have all the luck...or not
So, yesterday went like this for DJ:
His guitar teacher praised him (worth a million dollars to him, seriously)
He had the baseball game of his life.
His report card came and he made the scholastic roll for the third quarter in a row.
He touched the Stanley Cup.
He met Islander LEGEND Bryan Trottier.
An amazing day for a twelve year old, no? Well, it all evens out. About one this morning, he started puking and didn't let up until early this afternoon. Right now, he's in bed with a 103 fever. He's having delirium dreams; a little while ago he was yelling something about getting the car fixed and needing $19.
Nat just reminded me that when DJ was five, he had a high fever and woke up from a dream screaming "The zookeeper has no legs!"
Now he's just asking if he's making up for all the good luck he had yesterday. Nah. Just the luck of the draw. Actually, judging from the rest of his symptoms, I think he got some bad junk food at the Coliseum last night. Which he thinks was totally worth this:
yes, there was some very hasty editing out of people in the photos